“You’ve been in the files again,” he said softly as she glanced down. She knew that was what he would believe. Both brothers, it seemed, immensely enjoyed the fact that the file cabinets managed to strain her blouses until the top buttons slipped their moorings.

She sighed with false impatience. “Of course. Isn’t that the purpose of making me do your filing now? Perhaps you should be the one to button my blouses when it happens.”

A grin tugged at his lips. He shouldn’t be so damned sexy and rakish looking when he smiled like that, she thought, deeply perturbed by it.

“I would be more than willing,” he promised her silkily as he swiveled the chair around to face her and patted his lap. “Sit down here, baby, and let me see what I can do about that pretty blouse.”

She knew he expected her to kick his teeth in for the offer, but rather she sat down sedately on his thigh, staring into his surprised expression with an innocent smile.

“Like this?” she whispered seductively, her body turning into his as one arm came around her back.

“What are you up to?” There was a flicker of suspicion in the jade depths of his gaze as he watched her.

“Me?” she asked him, her eyes narrowing in false anger as she watched him carefully. “Really, Dev. You offered. But if you would prefer not to.” She shrugged her shoulders as she moved to rise, aware that he would catch a glimpse of seductive sheer lace beneath the edges of her bra.

“Now, I didn’t say no.” His arm curved around her back, holding her in place. “I was just questioning your motives, baby. You haven’t exactly been eager to play here lately.”

She would have laughed if she weren’t so determined now.

“Well really, Dev,” she snapped. “The two of you together can be rather intimidating. It’s enough to make even the most jaded of us wary.” She injected just the right amount of irritation and watched with silent glee as his gaze darkened reflectively.

He sighed, shaking his head slowly. “Why don’t I trust you, Tally?” She smiled innocently, blinking up at him with a rare display of charm. She could be charming when she wanted to be. She had done so often in the past.

“Because your balls still carry the imprint of my knee cap?” she asked wickedly.

He chuckled, relaxing marginally. “That could be it.” His hands gripped her waist.

“If you’re serious about the blouse, come here where I can get to you.”

Now how did he manage that? Tally was staring down at him in shock seconds later as she sat on the edge of the desk, her bare buttocks meeting the cool wood as her skirt pooled along the desk around her.

“Sneaky.” There was a vein of grudging respect in her tone. It had been done so smoothly she was unaware of his hands sliding her skirt up her legs as he lifted her.

“Thank you. I thought you would appreciate the move.” He chuckled wickedly as he moved closer. “Let’s see about these buttons now.” Another came undone.

Tally frowned down at him darkly, though silently she crowed in triumph.

“Wrong way, Conover.” She allowed her voice to become breathless, the arousal that was ever-present around them to glitter in her gaze.

“Really?” Another came undone. “Are you sure?” He watched her, gauging her, testing her. She allowed a cool smile of confidence to shape her lips.

“You wouldn’t dare. Lucian would be very put out,” she warned him softly.

“Would he?” he asked her. “Is he busy right now?” She frowned as though not certain. “He was going over contracts before I came in here. Why?”

She pretended ignorance. She was good at that when she needed to be. But if what Lucian had said after her little escapade in the park with Dev was true, then he would feel every touch his brother knew. Tally was going to make certain he felt quite a few touches in the next few minutes.

“Just curious.” He cleared his throat, another button falling victim to his fingers as he pulled the material from the waistband of her skirt. “So, Tally, how much are you wanting to play this afternoon?” he asked her curiously.

“I don’t know, Devril.” She smiled slowly, seductively. “How much control do you think you have?”

He lifted one dark eyebrow mockingly. “Do your worst, baby.” Ohh, a dare. She smiled slowly, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips as she shrugged her shirt from her shoulders, slid from the desktop and straddled one hard, male thigh.

“My worst, huh?” she asked him curiously as she leaned close, her knee pressing, but exerting no pressure to the sensitive area she had nearly abused before.

He cleared his throat. “Pleasure-wise.”

“Of course.” Her fingers went to his shirt, buttons loosening with each breath he took as she leaned forward and allowed her tongue to rim his lips. “Only pleasure, Devril. For now…”

* * *

Lucian tensed. Son of a bitch. It was all he could do not to curse aloud as he tried to follow the conversation between Jesse and the General regarding the new military contract they were being offered.

He could feel her. What the hell was Dev doing? He knew better than this. He knew not to allow that little vixen around him alone during business hours. But somehow the conniving little witch had managed to convince him otherwise. And Lucian was stuck.

There wasn’t a chance in hell of escaping the meeting, and no way to stop what he knew was coming.

He felt her kiss, that tempting tongue first rimming the lips then sliding softly, easily, into Dev’s mouth. Heat surged through his body as his cock responded immediately. Hard, demanding, it strained against his slacks as he suffered through the impression of a feast of lips, tongues and breathless moans. Damn them, he was going to kill them both.

He fought to control his breathing. It wouldn’t do to be panting in front of a General, a Senator, a military contractor and, worst of all, Jesse. But he could feel the perspiration gathering on his forehead, the heat whipping through his system.

Where was telepathy when a twin needed it? Unfortunately, that wasn’t a bond he and Dev had ever developed.

Jesse had warned him about Tally. Warned him to never, ever let her suspect the weakness the two men shared. When she had stomped into his office from the park, he had a feeling he had done just that with his hastily spoken words. Now, he was paying for it.

The sensation of hot lips moved down his neck, his chest. Teasing fingers ran along the length of his cock, then farther down, rasping the tightening scrotum before caressing the sensitive flesh just behind it. He was going crazy.

Even worse though, he sensed the feel of her soft flesh against his fingertips. Hard nipples surrounded by little gold bands. Slick, fiery heat as two fingers pushed slowly inside her tight pussy. His fist clenched as he fought for control and prayed he could hold out against the exquisite pleasure. Coming in the middle of a business meeting wasn’t acceptable. But he had a feeling Tally was pushing just for that.

“You okay, Luc?” General Mornay watched him closely for long seconds as Lucian fought to clear the dazed pleasure from his mind.

“Fine, General.” He cleared his throat, glancing at Jesse for help. Was he supposed to be contributing here?

Jesse gave him an odd look before turning to the General, thankfully with an explanation to whatever question he had asked.

Lucian’s thighs tightened; his whole body screamed with the need for release as the impression of a hot, moist mouth surrounded the head of his blazing erection. Sweet Heaven, he prayed, he was not going to survive this. It wasn’t possible.

He could feel sweat gathering at his temples now, a rivulet running down the side of his face and didn’t dare move to wipe it away. His hands were shaking as his palms heated with the feel of her silky hair gliding over them, his fingers clenching as Dev’s tightened, holding her mouth on his cock, torturing Lucian with the feel of it.

He stared around the room wildly, his gaze finally connecting once again with Jesse’s and he knew then he would kill Tally. Jesse stared at him for a second, confused, then with slowly dawning awareness of what must be going on. There were few people who knew of the bond Lucian and Devril shared. Jesse was one of them. And if the gleam of evil amusement was anything to go by, Lucian was getting ready to pay for baiting the other man months before while Terrie had obviously been getting right friendly beneath Jesse’s desk.

“Lucian has been working extensively on this project, gentlemen,” Jesse said matter of fact, though his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I’m certain he can answer your questions about development.”

The man was fucking insane. Lucian shifted in his seat, casting his friend a look of retribution as all eyes turned to him. Tally chose that particular moment to rake her teeth over the head of Dev’s cock, nearly sending Lucian into heart failure. Dear God, the pleasure was streaking through his veins like comets across a night sky, only to explode in his brain. He was supposed to discuss something in this condition?

He cleared his throat. Okay, it was the first time in a lot of years, but not the first time ever that Dev had placed him in this position. He could get through this. He cleared his throat again.

Fuck! He tensed as trailing fingers of sensation shot from his dick to his head in a surge of ecstasy unlike anything he could have imagined. What the fuck was she doing?

Her mouth was sucking firmly, her tongue rimming the flared head, fingers massaging taut balls with firm strokes, but she was doing something more. Pressing against the base of the cock, nimble little fingers applied pressure as the ball of her thumb rotated.

He swallowed tightly, his eyes widening as he felt his release begin to build.

* * *

“Not yet.” Tally eased the pressure of her mouth on Dev’s cock, her fingers tightening on the base to delay the release she could feel surging up the shaft of tight, hard flesh. “Let’s see if we can’t make it better.” Dev stared at her with narrowed eyes, his breathing hard, face flushed as she reached for the glass of ice water that was on his desk. Her fingers slid over the rim, drawing a sliver of ice from the cold liquid. She saw the glimmer of amusement in his eyes and wondered if Lucian was similarly awed with her abilities.

She could barely restrain her chuckle. She could imagine the hell he was going through while sitting through that meeting with those stuffy, straight-laced government types.

Opening her mouth slowly, aware of Dev watching her every move, she laid the ice on her tongue, allowing the cold to penetrate her warm flesh as it melted quickly.

“Now we see if you can keep that control,” she whispered on a small laugh as her head lowered once again to the straining flesh.

* * *

Lucian flinched. A strangled groan growled at the back of his throat as the pressure on the base of his cock eased, only to have the head surrounded with an icy blast of sensation a second before the heat began to return as never before. White-hot, growing, shimmering before his eyes as his balls drew up tight and hard, warning him that release was only seconds away.

“Mr. Conover?” The Major was staring at him in concern. “Are you feeling okay?” Lucian’s gaze swung to Jesse, who quickly lost his amusement in the face of whatever he was seeing. The pleasure was too intense, too destructive. Fuck. He was going to kill them.

His cock throbbed in warning, a small amount of pre-come dampening it beneath the material of his slacks.

Lucian jumped to his feet and without apology, without an explanation, stalked across the office to the private bathroom off the side. He slammed the door, his fingers shaking as he locked it with one hand and tore at the zipper of his slacks with the other.

No sooner had he managed to free the tortured flesh from its confinement than he exploded. He barely throttled his strangled groan, his head falling back as he bared his teeth and felt his semen jet violently from the head of his cock.

Hard spasms wracked his body, drew every muscle tight and locked the breath in his throat as he fought to steady himself, to rein in the harsh male shout that he knew had erupted from Dev’s throat.

Son of a bitch. He shuddered with the feel of gentle lips milking the last drops of come from a straining cock before they slid away slowly. He fought for breath, his chest heaving, his composure shot now. Never, in his entire life, never had he known anything so fucking good, and all he’d had for his pleasure was the echo of impressions through the bond he shared with Dev.